nobody said it'd be an easy ride

[faceblocks]

Who: vi and various people
What: catchall both open and closed eisdamme or eisdamme#7495 if you want some other thing/any thing.
When: august
Where: various places

Content Warnings: needles, being sick because alcohol, parental death, prison, drugs, disease, murder, mental/emotional/physical abuse, tba

the rest of the starters will follow tonight. pls be patient i am melting.

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[faceblocks]

[violet laughs at this, through a mouthful of cookies, casting her eyes away for just a moment because that gaze is a lot. it's all at once anxious and hopeful and relieved and maybe just fine, but vi also knows that half the time "fine" is just a code for bullshit.]

Never ever?

[she can't do that, but she can grab another cookie and have it at the ready. oh, look, here's an unhelpful omen right on cue and very small when they finally form.]

ᴏʜ, ꜱᴛᴏᴘ. ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.

[inkedspell]

Maybe not "never," but...

[Why are omens so much trouble?? Saeri blinks, staring at that little omen, half of a cookie in her mouth.]

This was a private conversation, you know.

[She likes Fang but don't butt in, ugh. Why now? It does diffuse some of the tension, but also makes Saeri feel so very awkward.]

[faceblocks]

[vi addresses the tiny omen, who curls up, looking very small - smaller now - and only headtilting, not acknowledging vi's input at all.]

I don't need your help right now. It's weird, but you can't fight it, distract it or ...annoy it out of the way. Sorry.

[fang seems to consider this, does look at saeri before she lets out a little huff and smokes back into her sleeper's chest.]

Cool. So feelings are not the worst thing, I guess. [to an omen that's no longer anywhere in sight:] Thanks for that.

She does that a lot. This time I got words though instead of the look. So I guess I must be doing something right. Or maybe we are. With our private conversation that's definitely not about feelings, but could be about them later, when it's not so awkward.

[did she just make it awkward again. dammit.]

You know what. Fuck awkward. I want a tour, and I want to see what cool shit you've been working on. Also, I brought art.

[inkedspell]

[She is almost worried that Fang's arrival will cause Simidele to react. She adjusts herself on the couch, and presses her fingers against her chest in what she hopes is a casual deflection while "dusting" crumbs off of herself. The last thing she needs is him around word-vomiting at people about feelings that aren't anyone's business. Yet. Right now. Maybe ever.

The chase to change things up was very much welcome.]

Hell yes. Come on. [She gets up and moves over to the crank to bring down the ladder.] The first floor is pretty self-explanatory, but I can show you the library and the tower.

[faceblocks]

[all the feelings are still there, but they've been aired out, and nothing that she'd said had been even a fraction shy of truth - so maybe that's why she feels able to move on to this new emotion: honest curiosity about a tower and a library. (it's the artifact, vi. you dummy. but whatever works - and it seems to have done the trick here without her stopping to question it.]

Not a lot of people can say they have their own library and tower. That they built themselves.

[well,look at this: running away wasn't the answer, vi. every once in a while running in without looking, fists emotions swinging is the way to go.]

[inkedspell]

Hah. I couldn't even say that. I just got this broken down carriage at a steal and upgraded it how I wanted.

[Saeri is a lot more careful going up the stairs and onto the second level of the carriage house. The ceiling is a lot higher than one might think due to the trusses of the main roof being visible instead of blocked off with a standard ceiling. The stairs open up into study/library which has a short table for sitting at with some cushions around it and walls bulging with books, scrolls, and hand-bound notebooks.

The table-desk itself has some papers on it covered in runes, tattoos, and splotches of ink all over. Metal ladder rungs are built into the wall leading up to the tower.]

So...here's where most of my nerdery happens. Of the writing sort.

[She points to the left.] That's the bedroom.